Showing posts with label Art Pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art Pop. Show all posts

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Autre Ne Veut - Anxiety (2013)

You can make really great pop music and exist completely outside of the mainstream; Arthur Ashin aka Autre Ne Veut- French for "others don't want" (how fitting) has crafted a really fine art pop record here, completely free of any of mainstream R&B's trappings. 

An homage to Prince as much as one can be without falling victim to imitation, it doesn't overindulge in nostalgia. Yet there's a really heavy sadness underneath everything here. It's messy, it's strange, it's yearning, it's pacing back and forth, it's a lot. 

It's anxiety.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Björk - The Classic Years

Dear Björk Guðmundsdóttir,

I love you.

I really do.

I love you for all your weird, quirky and inventive songs. I love your half-elf, half-Icelandic lyricism. I love your cute little pixie self. I love the production values on all your records, too- you have both the piece of mind and sense of purpose to work with some really out-there folks, although I guess that's like calling the kettle black, no?

I love that we almost have the same birthday, only three days away. And I get along really well with Scorpios, both my brother and sister are Scorps. That's tight.

Holler at me.

I must also say that your videos by themselves are truly all works of art. I used to have your DVD, Greatest Hits: Volumen 1993-2003 but it was crushed in a box in my trunk when I moved to California so I sold the damaged video to Amoeba Records in Berkeley and some poor chump bought it and later realized that the three videos for Hyperballad, Possibly Maybe and I Miss You were all pixelated and fucked up and the sounds skipped and sounded like glitchy shit.

You're in me, Björk. You're a part of me- and not like that time I washed my clothes with a bag of weed in one of my pants pockets, and then I even dried it and it like totally baked the smell into that entire load of clothes for like ever, not like that. You're like, here.

Right here.

I love you so much, Björk. I'm going to prove this to you by putting three of your best albums up for "sharing" purposes. Yeah, I know, it's really stealing, but whatever, I love you, Björk.

I. Love. You.

Sincerely,
Jimmy Mac



Friday, April 2, 2010

Stereolab - Emperor Tomato Ketchup (1996)


I'm pretty sure I was coerced into liking Stereolab, sometime in the mid '90s. Yeah, it was definitely one of those cute shop girls clerking at Repo Records in Rosemont, PA. You know how it is:

Me: Yeah, um, what's this playing now?
Repo chick: (glaring) Uhhh, hello... it's the new Stereolab...
Me: Oh... Cool.
Repo chick: Totally.
Me: ...
Repo chick: You should get it.
Me: I think I will.
Repo chick: Cool.

You see that? How she bullied me into buying Emperor Tomato Ketchup? Practically twisted my arm right there. It was totally worth it.

Anyway; the funniest thing I ever read about Stereolab said something to the effect that "this is what both Can and the Velvet Underground would have sounded like if they weren't so self-serious, had a half decent lead singer and their lead guitarists didn't totally suck." Ouch, buddy. I love both of those bands, but to be totally honest, you kind of got a point there...